Chapter 63 Do big things, do big things

A handsome old man with shawl long hair slowly walked into the town. He was carrying a satchel and wearing simple clothes, but he showed a unique temperament.

His shawl-length hair swayed in the wind, exuding an aura of wildness and freedom. The compound bow on his back showed that he was a skilled archer, and the quiver was filled with arrows, shining with sharp light.

As he walked through the streets of the town, people subconsciously moved out of the way to avoid his presence. They seemed to be no strangers to this person and were filled with awe.

The old man slowly walked through the lively market, passed through the crowded streets, and finally came to the door of an auto repair shop.

He stopped and looked around, his eyes scanning the shop signs and furnishings, as if looking for some specific target.

Ultron came out at this time and shouted excitedly with his unique mechanical voice: "Hawkeye! You are here, those guys have been here for two days and are determined to see you. "

"How is this possible? I saw you die in front of me with my own eyes." Hawkeye's voice trembled. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Slowly, Scarlet Witch approached Hawkeye, gently stretched out her arm and touched the old man's shoulder.

With his eyebrows raised slightly, the old archer motioned for the other person to continue. He entered the room and the door closed gently behind him, isolating them from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

The old man with runny nose and tears wiped his tears and looked at her blankly.

"Wait. You'd better not go in now. Ashley has been in a bad mood for the past two days. She thinks you have brought dangerous people to the house again." Seeing the thorny eyes of Hawkeye, Ultron walked inside. His electronic eyebrows wrinkled, and he quickly stepped forward to persuade.

The moment he stepped onto the stairs, a bright short knife appeared in his hand.

Clint turned his head in confusion, and then he saw their faces, and for a moment, the floodgates of memory were opened.

Hawkeye pushed open the hotel door and stepped into the dim lobby. He walked to the front desk, faced the listless front desk aunt, and asked, "I heard that someone has been looking for me in the past two days?"

Walking up to the second floor, Hawkeye quickly found the target room and knocked on the door. The door slowly opened, revealing a faint light. He saw a figure standing at the door, his black hair shining in the dim light.

"Are you the one looking for me?" Hawkeye asked, looking sharply at the person in front of him.

Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch looked at each other and saw sympathy in each other's eyes.

"Who are you? The Red Skull sent you here?" The old man hissed and inhaled. Such an amazing reaction speed was definitely not something that a gangster in the wasteland could achieve.

"No, Clint, we are not your imagination," Wanda replied gently, "but we are not the people you remember either."

Ultron said that those people may not have malicious intentions, but it is just a possibility. No one in this world is completely trustworthy.

It seems that his daughter does not have a good impression of him.

"God, you remember so clearly what happened two years ago."

Years ago, he witnessed with his own eyes the scene where Wanda was stabbed through the chest with a steel bar by Magneto, which still left deep scars in his heart.

The frequency of meetings between him and his daughter since childhood was basically calculated on a yearly basis, and he was not surprised to have such a result.

Then he turned around and closed the door, forced a smile to Ultron 8 who looked like "I knew this would happen" and walked straight to the hotel across the street.

Bai Ye stepped forward and kicked the knife away from the ground. The old guy almost knelt on the knife just now.

"That gang? I remember what you said to me on the phone was 'there's a guy.'" The old man, also known as Hawkeye, raised his eyebrows and walked to the auto repair shop.

Hawkeye walked silently into his daughter's room and looked around. He noticed that the decor in the room had an air of rebellion and rebellion. There were posters of rock bands on the walls, and magazines and black scribbling notebooks were scattered on the desk.

The aunt at the front desk replied lazily while flipping through the newspaper in her hand: "The third room on the second floor, and you should pay me back the money you owe me, otherwise I will ask your ex-wife directly for it later."

As he said that, Hawkeye glanced at a poster of Hawkeye from the Avengers era through the crack of his daughter's door, and he felt a surge of excitement in his heart. He opened the door and said happily: "Wow, you actually still have dad's poster on the wall?"

They understood Hawkeye's pain and inner struggle. Just a few days ago, they had experienced the pain of loss and separation.

"Let him tell you." Wanda retracted her hand and turned to Bai Ye aside.

Clint rolled his eyes, took out a few crumpled banknotes from his pocket, threw them on the table without ceremony, and walked towards the second floor.

The man hesitated for a moment, then nodded and answered: "Yes, I have been looking for you, and I have something important to discuss with you."

And Wolverine would want to take revenge from forty years ago?

No joke, Logan has become a submissive old farmer. Almost every time the Hulk Gang collects rent, they beat him to pieces in front of his family, and he doesn't even see the slightest resistance.

The man turned sideways, a smile flashing in his eyes. "I think you should recognize these old friends."

"That means my daughter is smart."

Just as Hawkeye screamed in his heart that his life was at stake and was about to watch the revolving door, the person opposite him suddenly let go of him. He felt a little surprised, but he did not relax his vigilance and remained alert.

Hawkeye knelt down involuntarily. He stared at Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch in front of him, his eyes filled with pain and sadness.

The dark-haired girl sitting on the bed was wearing a black tank top and short jeans. Her eyes were cold and sharp, staring at Hawkeye. Her lips moved slightly: "Are you here to take away those guys you attracted?"

Clint Barton opened his mouth. He suddenly felt that it was more difficult to say something now than fighting Thanos. After a long time, he uttered one word: "Yes."

Tears fell silently, his body trembled slightly, and he asked with sobs: "You...are you really not my hallucination?"

As soon as the door closed, Hawkeye immediately raised his hand and wanted to put the knife on the opponent's neck, but he never thought that the opponent was faster and stronger than him.

However, when he pushed the door open completely, he fell silent. The poster of himself was filled with darts, and each dart hit the person's face hard.

The moment he raised his hand, the other party quickly grabbed his wrist, and there was a sharp pain in his wrist. The knife slipped from his hand uncontrollably and fell to the ground.

Then, he smiled brightly at Hawkeye:

"You want to do something big, Clint Barton?"

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